Monday, March 17
I Learned It From My Mama
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing. – Matthew 23:37
In the depths of Lent, we are reminded of God’s profound love, a love that echoes the tender care of a mother for her children. Jesus’ lament for Jerusalem reveals just how much God loves us, even when we resist or reject it. Just as a mother hen gathers her chicks, Jesus longs to gather us under his wings, offering refuge and comfort.
The image of divine protection resonates especially this year, as I navigate the bittersweet journey of life without my mom in it. Her death has left a void that can never be filled. Yet, in her physical absence, I find myself clinging more tightly to the promise of God’s motherly love – a love that is unconditional, sacrificial and ever-present.
As my mother’s daughter and as Jane and Livia’s mama, I have learned and continue to learn to understand the transformative power of maternal love. It’s a love that urges me to embrace all that I am so that I can know, accept and love my daughters unconditionally. My motherhood journey is a spiritual path, leading me to a deeper understanding of God’s lavish and expansive love.
In this season of grief for me, the assurance of God’s love fills me with a sense of security that overflows, reminding me that life, when lived in God’s presence, is indeed full to the brim. This fullness is nourishing, a spiritual sustenance that satisfies deepest longings, filling with a joy that spills over into every aspect of life.
God, open our hearts to be full to overflowing with your motherly love. Help us trust – even in our desert moments, times of loss and longing – that your love remains steadfast and full. Amen.
Mari Walker